вторник, 27 май 2008 г.

Requiem for a dream

The good thing in the dreams is that not always they turn into reality and that keep us continue, step by step...

I had a seed, but it never felt the kisses of the sun and the embrace of the water...

I had a flower, lost its roots...

I had a short lasting beauty...

I have a flower, scorched...


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